Time is a stain on the body
And a deepening of the mind
Planet earth and privilege
A game of musical chairs
Sometimes life out of focus
Is life at its most beautiful
Surface patterns change
But cores remain the same
To see beauty in the ordinary
Is a blessing on the eye
Mother earth is generous
She leaves her gifts everywhere
Born from the darkness of the Nu
The older tales are more accurate
This is how we spend our lives
Trying to come into focus